How can one cultivate immortality without learning modern knowledge?

Zhou Wenju lay down on his back.

He was fast asleep.

I slept until sunset.

He was somewhat surprised when he woke up...

In the past, when I stayed up all night writing papers, I would wake up feeling like my brain was as heavy as iron. But now, when I wake up, my mind is completely blank.

He tried to recall the "Forbidden Artifact Techniques" that he had almost memorized the night before, and all the words seemed to appear instantly.

My God, that's incredible!

Zhou Wenju stood up and walked towards the bookshelf in front of him.

He picked up another book, "The Way of the Mohists".

He had studied "The Way of the Mohists" and even had a copy of it with him.

However, in terms of thickness alone, the book in front of him is more than ten times thicker than the one he has.

Upon closer inspection, it was indeed the complete version of "The Way of the Mohists".

This is not the simplified version used to fool outer disciples...

Time passed day by day.

Lao Can never show up.

However, a roasted wild rabbit would always be placed on the desk on time every day.

Zhou Wenju had no idea when it was delivered.

He doesn't need to care about this, and he doesn't even need to thank him.

He understood this unspoken understanding, and even grasped the old man's inner cry: "Kid, if you really want to thank me, use this knowledge of artifacts to torture them to death!"

As for who "them" are, Lao Can doesn't care!

As for the consequences...

Haha, Lao Can doesn't care either!

The sixth day, late at night.

Zhou Wenju put down his eighth book, stood up, and said, "Senior, it's time. I should go!"

There was no answer, but a fragrant aroma wafted over.

He left the cave.

On a bronze fragment outside the cave, there was a familiar tray.

The tray still held roasted rabbit, but with an extra chicken leg...

Zhou Wenju picked up a wild rabbit in his left hand and a chicken leg in his right, and strolled out.

Tonight, dark clouds have completely obscured the stars and moon.

Below the abandoned artifact cliff, only the faint light of the furnace remains.

The remains of artifacts were hidden, and the rocks blocked the way; for a stretch of the road, it was almost pitch black.

However, Zhou Wenju's eyes had been modified by Wen Xiu, so while he could see in the dark, he was close. He easily passed through and reached the bottom of the abandoned artifact cliff.

With the last piece of chicken in his mouth, he reached out and grabbed the solid cliff in front of him, slowly climbing upwards.

He has a foundation in pulse cultivation, although it's only at the "Dao Root Realm," which is almost like an ordinary person in the eyes of cultivators. However, it must be said that this foundation in pulse cultivation still came in handy tonight.

At least, it would allow him to climb up the cliff of the Abandoned Weapons Cliff.

It took him a full hour to finally climb up the abandoned artifact cliff.

Before us was a huge square.

In the very center of the square stands a white jade pillar.

The pillars, shaped like rulers, are placed in the square, as if measuring the sky with a ruler.

This ruler is a replica of the Mohist sacred treasure, the "Measuring Ruler of Heaven," and is also a symbol of the Mohist school's influence at Huding Mountain.

The light from the furnace shines especially brightly here.

May this square be illuminated day and night.

Under the shadow of the Measuring Ruler, two disciples strolled over with smiles on their faces.

It was none other than the eldest and second eldest disciples of Huding Mountain.

"Junior Brother Zhou is truly a man of his word. He finally showed up on the last day," said the eldest brother.

Zhou Wenju smiled: "The sect's orders are of paramount importance; how can we allow them to be disobeyed?"

"It's good that Junior Brother Zhou has this awareness!" the second senior brother said. "Is this the wedding dress for Junior Sister Lin, to be refined in the furnace?"

At this point, both of them looked at Zhou Wenju's face, trying to catch the changes in his expression.

However, Zhou Wenju's expression remained unchanged, his smile unchanged: "Time is running out, we must begin now!"

"Junior brother, please!"

"Senior brothers, please light the furnace!"

The three walked side by side until they reached a small door.

The eldest brother pointed a finger at the door, and the small door opened.

A strange sight appeared before Zhou Wenju.

Below lies a scorching lake of lava, from which crimson mist rises.

A winding corridor stretches across the lake, connecting thirteen rooms. Above the corridor, the bronze railings gleam with patterns.

These strange patterns are the defensive formation of the Mohist school.

The temperature along the long corridor was pleasant, a testament to the power of the grand formation.

The door to the seventh tool-making room opened, revealing a table and chair made entirely of bronze. Although it was a place for crafting tools, the Mohist way of crafting tools was naturally different from that of ordinary people. There was none of the chaos of a blacksmith's shop; instead, there was only the solemnity and dignity of a scholarly family.

The eldest brother sat down in the only chair: "Junior Brother Zhou, on the orders of the Mountain Lord, has a few words to say about refining Junior Sister Lin's wedding dress."

"Please give me your instructions, senior brother!" Zhou Wenju bowed slightly.

"This wedding dress is no ordinary garment; it must be at least a high-grade 'Human' level. If your crafting level is insufficient, all six years of cultivation at Mount Huding will have been wasted. In that case, Junior Brother Zhou would not be worthy of being a disciple of the Mo Clan's outer sect and would still need to be expelled from the sect!"

The second senior brother watched coldly, his face clearly showing amusement.

High-level (Herringbone)!

Zhou Wenju's normal level is barely at the Human level, not even reaching the middle level, and there is absolutely no way he could reach the high level.

Even this senior disciple in front of me cannot guarantee success with a high-level "Human"-grade artifact.

What will he use to reach the higher levels?

This man's poetic talent is terrifying. The prince is somewhat worried. Expelling him from the sect and entrusting his life to the Prince's side outside the mountain is the most appropriate way for the Wendao Sheng family to handle the matter.

Does Zhou Wenju see through this layer?

Faced with sect orders that are impossible to complete, will he or she react violently on the spot?

Zhou Wenju frowned slightly: "Is this the mountain lord's order?"

"yes!"

"I will do my best! If I still cannot fulfill the mountain lord's order even after giving it my all, then I can only blame myself for not being skilled enough and will be expelled from the mountain. How could I dare to complain?" Zhou Wenju said.

I'll take it!

The two fellow disciples' faces froze simultaneously.

Why is this script different from what I expected?

On the highest pavilion.

The blue ruler hangs in the air, with a glistening dewdrop above it, reflecting everything in the chamber.

Beneath the dewdrops, the woman in purple frowned slightly: "His past skill in weapon crafting seems to have only reached the entry level of the 'human level'."

"Exactly!" the maid said. "This is outright suppression. They are only thinking about driving him out of Huding Mountain. Even if he submits to their treatment, they will only escalate their actions."

"But he accepted!" the young lady said.

"Like I said, does he have a choice?" the maid asked. "If he doesn't accept, he'll be expelled from the sect. Once he's out, the Third Prince's men will definitely not let him leave alive!"

"Why did it have to come to this? Why did it have to come to this?" the young lady sighed softly.

"In the past, they might have turned a blind eye to an outer disciple who posed no threat to them. But his seven-colored poem has already demonstrated his potential. Under these circumstances, they cannot let him go!" The maid said, "Miss, only you can solve this problem. Rou'er begs you, please help him. Don't let such a devoted lover experience the cruelest storms of the world again."

Help him!

The young lady gently closed her eyes.

Faced with such a prodigy in poetry, she... she also felt sorry for him.

However, she was a direct descendant of the Mo family's Mo branch.

She knew the Mohist school's grand strategy.

just in case……

What if this ruins the overall situation of the Holy Family...

Inside the equipment room, the second junior brother spoke up: "Junior Brother Zhou, I have one more request!"

"Please speak, Second Senior Brother!" Zhou Wenju's voice was calm, but the polite smile on his face had disappeared.

"This wedding dress is, after all, meant for Junior Sister Lin, and it needs to reflect her purity and innocence. Therefore, you can only choose the 'Pure Dress'!"

Zhou Wenju's face stiffened...

Inside the high pavilion, beneath the dewdrops, the maid bit her lip tightly: "Holiness? She deserves it?"

The young lady slowly opened her eyes: "The key is the Clean Clothes! High-grade Human-level Clean Clothes, dust-free and insect-proof, require precise and meticulous control of Qi. I doubt any outer disciple in the entire Pot Cauldron Mountain could refine one, right?"

Objects are not only divided into high-end and low-end categories, but also into categories based on their functions.

If it's another type of wedding dress, such as one that adds color or embellishment, it's easier to reach a higher level.

However, if we take "cleanliness" as its main function, the difficulty level increases tenfold!

Therefore, the possibility of him completing the mission is basically zero.

"Miss, you're only analyzing the difficulty; you haven't considered his current state of mind!" the maid said. "The word 'pure' is probably the most hurtful word for him. They're still attacking his mental state. Once he loses his mental state, he can forget about forging ordinary artifacts, let alone high-level human-grade ones!"

Yes, in his heart, how could Lin Shuiyao be considered "sacred"?

The word "clean" hurt him more than anything else.

With the worst mindset and at best the skill to refine low-level "human-shaped" garments, I tried to refine "Clean Clothes," a high-level "human-shaped" garment with the highest difficulty coefficient of all clothing...

How did he manage to do it?